suite. 76th floor. Her white Audi R8 Coupe attracted attention properly. A striking woman scantily dressed and occupying a rather expensive vehicle, coming to an elegant residence. Her image screamed escort. It was the perfect cover.
Truthfully Londyn was puzzled by the Juggernaut’s dossier. No known date of birth. No known name or SSN. Single. No known children. No known significant others. Brute and cold. All personal information on the Juggernaut was nonexistent. The dossier was light but mostly contained Intel and surveillance on his whereabouts, habits, frequently visited locations, and likes and dislikes. It was a veritable personality profile. She thought it odd but his dossier held surveillance and intelligence of the Juggernaut staying at a specific location after each contract fulfillment. The residence she was going to. Unfortunately, one added quirk is that the Juggernaut never passed by windows, doors, vents or the like. He also had devices that guised his heat signature. That meant her long range sniper shot was out of the question. This was going to be face to face combat. She had already made her way into the high rise building. She scoped out the high rise before entrance and hadn’t seen any sign of him entering the residence yet. She had stolen a key from the housekeeper and slipped in. Once inside she changed into her form fitting black yoga pants that accentuated her voluminous behind, and a black sleeveless top with thin straps. There was no need for stealth and propriety with the Juggernaut.
Before Aleksandr slid his key into the door, he took a deep breath, cocked his head to the right and then to the left. As he opened the door, he entered and ducked. She had thrown an axe at his head. An axe! She looked terribly frustrated in his preparedness. He bit back a moan as she watched her voluptuous yet toned body charge for him. He knew she never missed.
Londyn lunged at him and he caught her in mid air. He pushed her back against the wall hard. There was a brief pause between both of them. A passionate fire was burning under her skin and she didn’t know why. Goosebumps rose on her neck. Her legs had seemingly found their way straddled around his hips while his arms had pulled both of her arms above her against the wall. In this position, they were face to face. She head butted him twice and he fell back laughing.
“Oi! Love...that was a good shot. Bollocks!” he spoke. He blinked his eyes a few times and held the palm of his hand against his head. “You’re a feisty one.” He rolled over as she lunged at him again. She was quick. Ruthless. Just like they said she’d be. She was also being misled. Nonetheless he felt the fight should continue. He wanted to see what she had. She was quicker than any assassin he had ever met. She was already on top of him. Punch after punch. Each hit was harder and faster than the last. With a fervent steady determined force she lay into him. He was simply smiling at her effort.
She screamed when she noticed all he was doing, was laughing. “Fight back!”
She took a look at her knuckles and the pain started to come around. Suddenly he was in her face. She froze. Her mind told her to attack, but her body refused to comply. Submission was all she desperately wanted. He cupped her face in his hands. His dark brown eyes had speckles of amber in his iris. “W-What-”
“Don’t talk. You’ve done what you can.” He studied her face. Still defiant. She was reaching behind her back for something. He decided to let her try. Less than a second later the point of her blade was in between his eyes. He didn’t stop her. He didn’t feel the need to. Her green eyes were magnificent. He watched her pupils dilate back and forth. No wonder she was so special. So skilled. So quick. “You
Truthfully Londyn was puzzled by the Juggernaut’s dossier. No known date of birth. No known name or SSN. Single. No known children. No known significant others. Brute and cold. All personal information on the Juggernaut was nonexistent. The dossier was light but mostly contained Intel and surveillance on his whereabouts, habits, frequently visited locations, and likes and dislikes. It was a veritable personality profile. She thought it odd but his dossier held surveillance and intelligence of the Juggernaut staying at a specific location after each contract fulfillment. The residence she was going to. Unfortunately, one added quirk is that the Juggernaut never passed by windows, doors, vents or the like. He also had devices that guised his heat signature. That meant her long range sniper shot was out of the question. This was going to be face to face combat. She had already made her way into the high rise building. She scoped out the high rise before entrance and hadn’t seen any sign of him entering the residence yet. She had stolen a key from the housekeeper and slipped in. Once inside she changed into her form fitting black yoga pants that accentuated her voluminous behind, and a black sleeveless top with thin straps. There was no need for stealth and propriety with the Juggernaut.
Before Aleksandr slid his key into the door, he took a deep breath, cocked his head to the right and then to the left. As he opened the door, he entered and ducked. She had thrown an axe at his head. An axe! She looked terribly frustrated in his preparedness. He bit back a moan as she watched her voluptuous yet toned body charge for him. He knew she never missed.
Londyn lunged at him and he caught her in mid air. He pushed her back against the wall hard. There was a brief pause between both of them. A passionate fire was burning under her skin and she didn’t know why. Goosebumps rose on her neck. Her legs had seemingly found their way straddled around his hips while his arms had pulled both of her arms above her against the wall. In this position, they were face to face. She head butted him twice and he fell back laughing.
“Oi! Love...that was a good shot. Bollocks!” he spoke. He blinked his eyes a few times and held the palm of his hand against his head. “You’re a feisty one.” He rolled over as she lunged at him again. She was quick. Ruthless. Just like they said she’d be. She was also being misled. Nonetheless he felt the fight should continue. He wanted to see what she had. She was quicker than any assassin he had ever met. She was already on top of him. Punch after punch. Each hit was harder and faster than the last. With a fervent steady determined force she lay into him. He was simply smiling at her effort.
She screamed when she noticed all he was doing, was laughing. “Fight back!”
She took a look at her knuckles and the pain started to come around. Suddenly he was in her face. She froze. Her mind told her to attack, but her body refused to comply. Submission was all she desperately wanted. He cupped her face in his hands. His dark brown eyes had speckles of amber in his iris. “W-What-”
“Don’t talk. You’ve done what you can.” He studied her face. Still defiant. She was reaching behind her back for something. He decided to let her try. Less than a second later the point of her blade was in between his eyes. He didn’t stop her. He didn’t feel the need to. Her green eyes were magnificent. He watched her pupils dilate back and forth. No wonder she was so special. So skilled. So quick. “You
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